Two Big Babies

I won't spoil the above with any snark, other than to say that my dad is a big softie in more ways than one.

Jealous?

Yes, I know you are. In case it has not been clear from the pictures that have been going up (turns out that, like Sasquatch, I am very difficult subject when it comes to getting exactly the picture you are trying to take), I have developed some substantial cheeks and jowls over the last few days of gorging myself at momma's breast. Grandpa Pat will also be very happy to know that my thigh rolls are coming in nicely as well. Regardless, my dad keeps on bragging about having such delightfully chubby cheeks all to himself, and asks that I pass along the sentiment "Ha Ha!" to all my faithful readers. Don't despair readers, my cheeks will likely be even chubbier by the time I see you again!!!

Mr. Independent

With apologies to the fabulous Kelly Clarkson, I am now "Mr. Independent." I have been spending increasing amounts of time on my own while awake and alert, exploring my surroundings or at least staring around wildly trying to focus on things and/or get my fist in my mouth for sucking. As you may notice, I spend most of my independent time on an awesome quilt, which was made just for me by cousin Brendan's Grandma Blue Eyes. Thank you Grandma Blue Eyes for the awesome quilt and for accommodating my father's love of flannel!

For the most part this post is in response to criticisms heard from my loyal readers that I talk too much and provide too little cheesecake. Well, babies, hope you enjoy your bottle.

Editor's note: Ms. Clarkson, before she set the world on fire with "Since U Been Gone", released the mildly successful single "Ms. Independent." You can find this and other drops of wisdom in my soon to be published treatise: "Pop Culture Prior to the Birth of Connor Patrick Geary and Why It was Terrible, Other Than My Not Being Born Yet" by Connor Patrick Geary.

Bath Time!

You know what I don't care much for? Hygiene. More specifically bathing. Don't get me wrong, I don't advocate being stinky and greasy, but I really, really did not enjoy my first bath. My parents were all set for a momentous process and had Grandma Josie ready to take a ton of pictures to document it, but my howling led to a quick rinse off and me being ensconced in my rather delightful hooded towel. Don't tell me I don't look adorable in the towel, especially as I am looking for some "comfort" from moms after the brief dip. So it looks like my drive to be a hippie child now extends from cloth diapers to delayed vaccinations and, if for no other reason than to send my father into an all out rage, patchouli oil in place of bathing.

Who said big law firms are soulless?

Mom and Dad's respective employers, J&B and W&S (names withheld in the interest of their continued employment), were nice enough to send me birthday presents, and on the same day nonetheless! W&S certainly wins on size (and the awesome radio flyer container), but packed their basket entirely with Baby Einstien toys and books. No pressure Uncle Silas! J&B, reflecting their somewhat softer nature, sent along some tea for mom, along with a blanket and teething ring for me. Either way a very nice gesture, even if my parents might have preferred they just take away their blackberrys for a couple months!

Editor's Note: Uncle Silas is a general W&S employee reference to the firm, in honor of one of our long dead name partners, Silas Strawn. Think "Big Brother."

Tummy Time!

Apologies for the delay in posting, faithful readers, I have been totally caught up in gorging myself on breast milk and then sleeping it off until I am absolutely starving and desperately in need to start the process again. To add to this full schedule, I have started regular calisthenics, referred to by Grandma Au Pair (my constant companion during these work outs) as "Tummy Time". You will notice that the above picture is demurely from the waist up, I like to take the opportunity of tummy time to air out my nether-regions, and since this is a family friendly blog we have chosen not to scandalize Great Grandma and further add to my already burgeoning black book. Needless to say, I love me some tummy time.

Turns out I am going to be a Ninja...

I know what you are thinking. Its freakishly impossible. No way Connor, are you awesome and butt kicking enough to roll over on your side from your back already. Your mom and dad had seen you do it, but it was on a couch and you rolled toward where someone was sitting, creating a natural slope. No way could you do it in your bassinet, on your back, alone.

Well, you are wrong. Hater. While my old man cannot provide photographic evidence because he was holding a dirty diaper rather than a camera (you would think he would know by now that my awesomeness can happen anytime and anywhere), he and moms were there to witness my squirmy, I-would-much-rather-be-held-than-sleep-on-my-own-thank-you-very-much, early development miracle.

I will acknowledge that while my volition in rolling on to my side remains up for debate, the unbelievably athletic result is not. 36 Chambers, get ready to enter the WU!!!*

*Editor's Note: This is apparently a kung-fu movie/rap group reference. Connor tells me it just means he is going to be a ninja.

Happy Birthday Uncle Jake!!!

Hey Uncle Jake! I wanted to share the below birthday message with you to let you know just how good of a time we are going to have together on the plane out to Montana!!! I can't wait to spend three hours sitting right next to you, especially while I am having trouble adjusting my ears to the appropriate cabin pressure at take off and landing!!! I love you already and can't wait to meet you, hope you have an awesome birthday and an even more awesome time gallivanting about the Orient.

More New Friends

So many, many new visitors! And of course apologies for my slow on the draw daddy for missing at least one more visitor picture. We have been honored to have visits from Chris Petelle and Becca Heartstein, both fresh off of trips to Turkey for Christian and Ceylan's wedding (where rumor has it my birth was toasted over a spirited game of Beirut), Great (which is so much more than just an indication that he is old) Uncle Brad, our good friends Tony and Theresa Frasca (Tony sadly not pictured, dad was too caught up with a brief infatuation with the US national soccer team) and, last but not least, the documented return of Kyle and Tiff. And, since it looks like Kyle is headed to trial this summer (or at least to the city where people from our firm will be doing a trial), we can expect a whole heck of a lot more Tiff time. And yes, she has already been present for tummy time, and yes she was quite impressed.

Mullethawk

Faithful readers, I wanted to address a controversy that has been raging in the comments section. Everyone seems to agree that my hair is awesome. And they are right. But people can't seem to decide if this should be called a fauxhawk or a mullet. I have news for you. Its both. Those who know me best know how much world cup action I have been following, and how big of a Christiano Renaldo fan I have become. I mean, he has a commercial with the Simpsons. If the best soccer player in the world can rock a mullethawk, then its good enough for me. I fully expect this look to catch on in Wicker Park just as quickly as ironic mustaches or unnecessarily small jeans.

Grandma Au Pair

I am perhaps the luckiest young man alive. Not only am I blessed with two awesome parents, my Grandma Nancy has come to stay with us for a couple of weeks and add an extra pair of hands to the constant cuddling, nuzzling, comforting and kiester wiping that I require of my caretakers. To show just how much I appreciated her efforts, I made her the first person other than my parents to receive the golden shower of my affection as she was changing me the other day. She has shown me such a bottomless well of affection, concern and care that I don't think I am ever going to be satisfied with just my parental units. Even though I probably won't remember this, I am confident my parents will treasure each additional hour of sleep she has provided!

All my new friends

As my regular readers are already aware, I am as captivating a conversationalist as I am a brilliant photography subject. So it should not surprise anyone that I have had a steady stream of admirers come and present themselves for my approval. Great Grandma Nancy, Grandma and Grampa the Pats, Auntie Colleen and Cousin Brendo, Auntie Hiranda, Uncle Paul and possible love interest Ella (I do like the sophisication of an older woman, walking is a big turn on), and of course the Waltherpours. Somehow my parents missed the opportunity to get a picture of Aunt Tiff but are confident she will provide them with another chance soon. If you would like to make the blog, it is as simple as showing up at my place and holding me. Looking forward to it!

Connor the Naturist

No, not naturalist, naturist. Much like my cousin Nudie McNuderson, I spend an awful lot of time wearing nothing more than what is required to keep the upholstery clean. I would wear less if I could. Some might say this is because my parents are lazy, some would say it is because I can't stand the process of getting dressed, but really, I am just way, way cuter in my cloth diapers than any other outfit. And frankly, given my feeding schedule, my current output would dictate not wearing much more than this anyway. I have demonstrated my approval of my parents' most frequent choice of outfit by christening both of them in the last two days, so dear readers plan on spending a lot of blog reading time admiring my exceptional four day old physique.

Beauty Shots

A little something to sate the demand I am hearing from all my rabid fans. Enjoy, I might not be so generous in the future.

Happy Father's Day

Happy father's day dad and Grandpa's Pat and Jack! And uncle Sean and Brian! And everyone else who happens to be someone's dad!

Happy Wedding Christian and Ceylan!!!

As I am getting this blog underway, I feel it is very important to mend some bridges with my parents' dear friends Christian and Ceylan, who may be somewhat disappointed (given how awesome my parents are) because my mom and dad decided to go to the hospital and give birth to me instead of journeying to exotic and beautiful Turkey to watch their, undoubtedly amazing, nuptials. My parents were telling me all about you two yesterday, and could not be more happy for you and hope all who travelled did so safely and had an amazing time! We wish you the best of luck in your life together, and want you to come home so we can meet! Also, my dad wanted me to mention that at 8lbs 7ozs, I will soon be big enough to beat Christian up if he has a problem with this.

We love you!!!

Hello! Greetings! Bienvenue!

Hello All! My name is Connor Patrick Geary, and I am the most handsome and intelligent man on the planet. I will be using this blog to update you folks with witty anecdotes about my day to day life, which is much more interesting than yours, and also pictures to remind you of just how much more handsome than you I am. I am preparing this first post from passed out flat on my back in the basement, next to a convenient box fan for white noise. We (used royally) are looking forward to letting you know our thoughts on current non-fiction writing, the state of political discourse in the country, the dumbing down of NPR for the masses and, of course, BOOBS! but for now, please know that I greatly appreciate all the attention and well wishes, and will look forward to meeting everyone as soon I can get my lazy parents to drag me wherever you are! Enjoy the cuteness included in this post, it won't be the last.